People. People important to you, people unimportant to you cross your life, touch it
with love and carelessness and move on.

There are people who leave you and you breathe a
sigh of relief and wonder why you ever came into contact with them. There are people who
leave you and you breathe a sigh of remorse and wonder why they had to go away and leave
such a gaping hole. Children leave parents; friends leave friends. Acquaintances move on.
People change homes. People grow apart. Enemies hate and move on. You think on the many
who have moved into your hazy memory. You look on those present and wonder.

I believe in God's master plan in our lives. He moves people in and out of each other's
lives, and each leaves his mark on the other. You find you are made up of bits and pieces
of all who ever touched your life, and you are more because of it, and you would be less
if they had not touched you.

Pray God that you accept the bits and pieces in humilty and wonder, and never question,
and never regret.